Is Love Fleeting Novels & Stories

Now think if the two are really lovers, it's well-matched! But anyway, Uri guessed he had a dozen followers, maybe lining up all over Los Angeles. Uri was a man but also admitted that Alex was indeed very attractive, not to mention his family or talent, only by appearance also enough for others to hug him day and night. Uri stared blankly at his large, sturdy back, a strange feeling suddenly rose in his chest. He didn't know how to describe this feeling... it was a feeling of security, sobbing, longing to possess something... or it could be... stir.

"Is that seriously why you're here? Because if so, I've heard this exact speech a thousand times before, Dad. Probably more than a thousand times. I could recite it word for word at this point. I don't need to hear it again." He opened his mouth to respond, probably to defend himself or to continue his lecture, but I kept talking before he could get a word out. I cut him off completely, not wanting to hear whatever he was planning to say. "Love is fleeting, Dad," I told him, my voice hard and cold and certain. I believed every word I was saying with complete conviction. "It doesn't last. It's temporary and unreliable. People fall in love and they feel all these intense emotions and they thin

In order to see the aurora with Alexander, I began planning a year in advance. Alexander and my adopted sister had already left me behind and gone to the destination ahead of time. When I arrived, no one answered the phone. I waited for ten hours before he finally returned my call. On the phone, Evelyn laughed excitedly, "Diana! I've already explored this entire city. Alex is so mature and charming—he planned everything in advance. I'm having such a wonderful time!" She chattered away, sharing her experiences, while Alexander occasionally play along to add details. The two of them had spent the holiday blissfully together like a pair of lovebirds. It was as if neither of them had noticed o

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

I whisper again, hugging him tightly, trembling in his lap. He holds me, feeling me tremble against him. “I love you more,” he whispers against my hair. “I love you more than the ocean loves its waves. More than the trees love their roots, their struggle to hold fast against storms. More than the stars love the night sky, scattered and eternal. I love you more than the world loves its fragile heartbeats, its broken, fleeting moments. You are mine, Rose… more than anything has ever been mine, and I will never let you go.”

How could she walk away so easily from someone who still carried pieces of her in his silence? Was this what love really was? Something fleeting? A beautiful illusion that, once the excitement wore off, turned into a dull ache? Was I being naïve for hoping that love could be more than just a phase? Maybe I was romanticizing a feeling that was always meant to be temporary. Maybe love was mortal. Maybe it lived fast and died quietly, its loss leaving behind an echo that people called “moving on.” I remembered something my mother had once told me on a lazy afternoon, when I brought up love and marriage as if I understood them.

Using the little strength I have left I flip her over so I am covering her body and take her soft swollen lips with mine in a reverent worshiping kiss. Over the ages sex looses some of its appeal, you need to keep pushing boundaries to find enjoyment, to reinvigorate you but not with my precious Lia, her every touch sends me insane with need. I know I would never tire of her even if we lived forever my need for her infinite, my love infinite.

I bowed sincerely before slipping out. Fortunately, I made it in time. Today was Valentine’s Day and the flower shop was bustling. I only needed to collect payments because I didn't know how to do anything else yet. Although the shop was small, the owner was skilled, and customers came in continuously to buy flowers. However, I never expected to run into an "old acquaintance" here. Yasmin Foukner walked in, laughing and chatting with James. Her arms were wrapped around with his. Yasmin was the girlfriend James brought back years ago.

A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he frowned deeply and shook his head. "You don’t know what love is, trust me, this infatuation with me is not love. One day both of us will wake up and realise that that was all it was… a fleeting moment of infatuation." He ran his fingers through my hair, slight tugging on my braids and threading his fingers into my locks at the nape of my neck. "Don’t add meaningless names to this Yileyna, because in the end, it's only going to hurt you."

She rambled nonsense the entire way, drawing frequent sideways glances from passing gods. “Love is like a man’s… thing. After every release, there’s always a refractory period—you just can’t get it up no matter what. But how long that period lasts depends on the person. For some it’s a day, for others a year, and for some, a lifetime. Whether you’re a real man or completely useless—it’s up to you, haha.”